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First of all, for those who does not know me, English is not my language, this means you might find a mistake or two from time to time, so be nice. ;) Secondly, this is my first Twilight fic and I'm very happy I'm finally ready to send it.

This fic is Rated M for violence and...well, circumstances.

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Kaya

Chapter 1

Another town, another country, but not another life. It would be the same here as it was in the previous cities where they lived. Zoé would be treated the same by George, her father. They were slowly entering the city of Forks, her new prison. Though, this town seemed to detain some mysteries and since Zoé's imagination was pretty much all she had left, she knew she would secretly enjoy this new place. And the foggy weather was fitting her state of spirit…

George's old car hit a hole in the road and it bumped. The young woman held her painful arm closer to her and hissed between her clenched teeth, doing her best not to be heard, knowing it would do her no good.

-"Oh stop whining!" Growled George as he turned on the main street. "I did not twist it that hard!"

-"Hard enough to break it." She said before she could help it

Her father groaned at this and Zoé bit her bottom lip. She knew better than to answer him, but she was grateful they were still in the car. Here he could do nothing to her without causing a major road accident and she could only hope they still had a while to do on the roads before they arrived to their new home. Maybe he would forget about her misbehavior…

Zoé's heart skipped a beat when the car stopped, but she regained a semblance of countenance when she realized it was not before a house or an apartment building, or any place they could live where they stopped, but a medical clinic. Yet another new medical file, she thought bitterly. George parked, got out of the car and walked toward the glass door to the clinic. Zoé, though she did not know how, managed to open her car door on her own. She grabbed her cane and walked toward her father. He smirked as he nodded toward the building door. Ah, he wants me to open it myself… Zoé put her walking stick under her good arm and pulled on the glass door the best she could.

Once they were inside, George pointed at a chair and told her to sit, as one would a dog. Bowing her head…as though she truly was a dog…Zoé went to sit on one of the five chairs of the small waiting room. Her father went to the counter to fill the paperwork. He did not trust her with any of these things. She might reveal something she should not. He sat on the other side of the room, looking back at her with a frown from time to time to keep her in check.

The secretary, a beautiful woman with auburn hair, also looked at Zoé and gave her the kindest smile she had ever seen, one that did not seem to be out of pity, just kindness. Though, Zoé knew she could not return the gesture, since her father was still observing her every move. The secretary took the phone and talked so quickly to whomever was on the other line, Zoé thought it was another language. Her lips were hypnotizing, they were just moving so fast… Her father gave the paperwork back to the secretary, not even waiting for her to finish her call and sat across from Zoé.

Soon after, a young doctor, blond haired and strong looking, came out of the office. He took the file the auburn haired woman was handing to him and Zoé did notice they both glanced at her. The doctor looked up and smiled at her. She just blushed and looked away.

-"Zoé Pelletier, it is your turn." The doctor said kindly

George followed as she walked up to the blond man. Zoé was uncomfortable, but knew she did not have much of a choice but have her father there. He would check her, as always, so she did not reveal anything incriminating… The doctor made them enter his office and closed the door behind them.

-"Hello Zoé, I'm Dr Cullen." He said, again the warm smile never leaving his face as he sat behind his desk. "What brings you here today?"

-"She fell and broke her arm." George declared before she even had a chance. "Treat her so we can leave."

The doctor nodded and Zoé could have sworn she saw him frown, but as soon as she noticed it, it was already gone. There was something ethereal about this man and she could not quite put a finger on what made him so different than any other doctor she ever met. It was as though he knew more than his age could predict. She always was sensitive about such things, but, as always, she would remain silent. No one would listen anyway…

-"Very well, we'll examine this arm and proceed into further exams if I deem it useful." Dr Cullen continued and, surprisingly enough, George agreed

Her father would always try to make these things as quickly as he possibly could, resulting in her not healing properly most of the time. He was nervous to have anyone near her and doctors were especially menacing in his twisted mind. Dr Cullen made Zoé sit on the examination table, but he had to help her, since she only had one good arm and it was already busy with the cane… She noticed just how strong he was, even though he seemed to try not to look like it. She found it strange…

Gently, he took her left arm. His hands were cold but she thought none of it. Most doctors' had cold hands, with all the washing and sterilizing… She bit her lip as he poked around her wrist. He nodded once more and declared he would need some x-rays to make sure he did not need to set the bone or if she needed surgery to repair what was obviously broken.

-"Just put it in a cast and be done with it." George hissed

-"Sir, would you prefer having to come back because it was not treated as it should?"

George shook his head and sat down by the desk, crossing his arms and Zoé felt that need in him to pout, but he didn't. He was not having his way and it was destabilizing him. Dr Cullen scribbled a few things in her file and handed it to her father, telling them to go to the back of the clinic, where the technicians would proceed with the x-rays. Zoé was surprised, to her it was unusual to have x-rays in a clinic. Where they used to live in Québec, they were forced to go to hospitals whenever she needed x-rays. She should know, she spent most of her time in emergency rooms…

Dr Cullen talked to his secretary, whose name was Esme from what Zoé heard, and they were shown into the x-ray room. Soon enough, Zoé and George were back to the doctor's office with a set of pictures. They sat as Dr Cullen examined the x-rays. He was serious, deep in concentration and Zoé observed him as his ember eyes darted across the pictures. He was analyzing every details and she knew he had seen more than just her actual fracture. He saw those she had in the past years… He then motioned for Zoé to sit back on the examination table, again not without his help.

-"Monsieur Pelletier, I would like you to go to my secretary and fill some more paperwork." Dr Cullen said and her father frowned

-"What for?" He asked suspiciously

-"It is normal procedure here, since we are a small town."

Zoé felt it was a lie and she knew why the doctor wanted to be alone with her. Many tried that approach, all failed, but her father surprised her for what felt like the hundredth time that day when he did as he was asked. Dr Cullen took her arm and apologized in advance for he had to set the bone back into place. She simply nodded, it was not the first time she went through this…and it certainly would not be the last.

-"You did not fall." He declared simply and she shook her head no. "Since when is he mistreating you?"

-"It does not matter." She sighed

-"Yes, it does. You should not go through such treatments."

-"If I try to stop him…he will just stop me, forever, if you get my meaning."

He nodded somberly and frowned, setting everything to make her cast. It was taking forever for her father to come back and she could only imagine the secretary was aware of what was happening between them… Once he was done, Dr Cullen placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she gasped in pain. She cursed herself for betraying yet another wound caused by her father's beating. Without her permission, Dr Cullen gently lowered her sleeve and on her left shoulder was a deep gash she obviously tried to sew on her own.

-"You did a good job." He said and began cleaning the cut. "But it will need some care. I will need to remove the stitches you made so I can stitch it back properly."

She nodded and swallowed, readying herself for the pain. In five minutes time, all was done and her shoulder was dressed with clean bandages. This guy certainly knew what he was doing, for though it was painful, it was better than anything of the sort she ever experienced. The blond doctor went to his desk and took one of what looked like business cards and handed it to Zoé.

-"Those are the phone numbers where you can reach me." He said, locking eyes with her. "I suggest you learn them by heart and destroy the card so your father does not find it."

-"Why are you doing this?" She asked, confused since no one ever cared enough to help her in any way

-"It is my job to help people." He smiled warmly. "Should you need anything and I mean anything at all, call me. Now, do you need anything for the pain?"

-"N-no, thank you, it will be alright…" She mumbled

-"You're a courageous young woman."

Zoé managed a small smile and hid the card in the smallest pocket of her jeans. Her father returned at that moment and just with a sign of the head motioned for her to come out quickly. She obliged, Dr Cullen helping her off the examination table yet again. She thanked him quickly and Zoé and George were back on the road toward their new home before she could say anything else.